dear diary,
first i'm gonna shoot my mom in the head. then i'm gonna shoot my pops. and then my sister. then im going to light fires so the noob firemen are off dealing with that. then boom goes the dynamite in the lunch room. then hopefully i'll get the more headshot on the coppers then they do on me, he-he.
who the f**k details the plan like that. none of those things require needing to be written down. maybe directions on bomb making, sure, but it's not some elaborate plan